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| ’TIS a child of phansies getting, | |
| Brought up between Hope and Fear; | |
| Fed with smiles, grown by uniting | |
| Strong, and so kept by Desire. | |
| ’Tis a perpetual vestal fire | 5 |
| Never dying, | |
| Whose smoke like incense doth aspire, | |
| Upwards flying. | |
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| It is a soft magnetic stone, | |
| Attracting hearts by sympathy, | 10 |
| Binding up close two souls in one, | |
| Both discoursing secretly. | |
| ’Tis the true Gordian knot that ties | |
| Yet ne’er unbinds, | |
| Fixing thus two lovers’ eyes | 15 |
| As well as minds. | |
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| ’Tis the sphere’s heavenly harmony | |
| When two skilful hands do strike; | |
| And every sound expressively | |
| Marries sweetly with the like: | 20 |
| ’Tis the world’s everlasting chain | |
| That all things tied, | |
| And bid them like the fixed wain | |
| Unmoved to bide. | |
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| ’Tis Nature’s law inviolate, | 25 |
| Confirmed by mutual consent | |
| Where two dislike, like, love, and hate, | |
| Each to the other’s full content: | |
| ’Tis the caress of every thing; | |
| The turtle-dove; | 30 |
| Both birds and beasts do offering bring | |
| To Mighty Love. | |
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| ’Tis th’ angels’ joy: the gods’ delight, man’s bliss, | |
| ’Tis all in all: without Love nothing is. | |
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